The photo that traumatized the head of Photography. I'm a little proud of myself.
Wednesday, 24 June 2009
Classic Hesitant Blowjob.
One of the reprehensible images deemed unworthy of hosting by photobucket.
Sunday, 24 May 2009
Laugh Hard, It's a Long Ways To The Bank.
I'm too rushed to make a proper update...
This said, I owe you a couple of pictures from this month, so enjoy a scattered explanationless selection of images from both the asylum and my own twisted mind.
If I'm bored (read: Procrastinating from actually doing work...) I'll come back and give thoughts on the pictures. But I've promised that before and it didn't happen, so don't hold out hope. Oh yeah, the barbies could well be described as NSFW... They're hot though ;)
This said, I owe you a couple of pictures from this month, so enjoy a scattered explanationless selection of images from both the asylum and my own twisted mind.
If I'm bored (read: Procrastinating from actually doing work...) I'll come back and give thoughts on the pictures. But I've promised that before and it didn't happen, so don't hold out hope. Oh yeah, the barbies could well be described as NSFW... They're hot though ;)
Wednesday, 29 April 2009
And I'll Return to You at Break of Light, For the Wanting Comes in Waves.
Dear Asylum, you drain me. Just being there for an hour completely sucked all the energy I had last night. I felt physically and mentally exhausted when I got home, and then I was plagued by nightmares about you when I slept.
I'm still intrigued by you though. Worry not, I will return. Tomorrow in act. But for today, I present to you, a small section of the main building.
You should always start with a corridor. This corridor was full of isolation rooms. It's a sad thought. I hope they could see the sun..
Creepy hand through a creepy door. It dawned on me last night that Adam had to shut himself in a cupboard while I took that picture... He's much braver than me, and deserves credit for it.
I had a bit of a dogma moment when I saw this...
They're starting to rip the place apart to find things that can be sold. There are keyholes and screws everywhere, just lying about.
There are gorgeous leather couches sitting around. In my head, I like to imagine that patients would lie on those coaches are talk about their problems. They probably didn't though, they were probably for the staff. They'll sell for big bucks though, I'm positive.
Another toilet. This is completely surreal though, in that there are no other toilet, or any other rooms for that matter, with paintings on the walls.
Every so often, you'll crop across odd patches of wallpaper that's been stripped. There's no rhyme or reason to them, no logic...
This said.. There are some amazin' racin' rooms with fabulous 60/70's wallpaper that I'm digging on.
Some of the interiors are beautiful. They confuse me though, It flits between stark and grim, to grandiose and colourful.
The windows are somewhat dominating.. Even during daytime, the building is so dark..
I want this telephone.. Maybe not this exact telephone. But a telephone very similar to that one.
Explosives... Not at all worrying. Or Concerning. It's all good.
Vines are growing through the windows. It's beautiful and makes me think of Poison Ivy. Any excuse to think of Batman Characters in an ASYLUM is welcome. It's like being in an awesome comic book!
How beautiful is this picture. I'm not one for boasting normally, but this picture is just a little bit gorgeous... At least in my head.
I have no narrative to this. I'm too tired. I might revisit this post and try an sequence the photos to tell a story.. But at the same time, the way I shot them had no story. When the project has finished, I'll post a proper story and all the pictures will make sense. Till then, I'm afraid it's probably going to be somewhat mishmashed.
I'm still intrigued by you though. Worry not, I will return. Tomorrow in act. But for today, I present to you, a small section of the main building.
You should always start with a corridor. This corridor was full of isolation rooms. It's a sad thought. I hope they could see the sun..
Creepy hand through a creepy door. It dawned on me last night that Adam had to shut himself in a cupboard while I took that picture... He's much braver than me, and deserves credit for it.
I had a bit of a dogma moment when I saw this...
They're starting to rip the place apart to find things that can be sold. There are keyholes and screws everywhere, just lying about.
There are gorgeous leather couches sitting around. In my head, I like to imagine that patients would lie on those coaches are talk about their problems. They probably didn't though, they were probably for the staff. They'll sell for big bucks though, I'm positive.
Another toilet. This is completely surreal though, in that there are no other toilet, or any other rooms for that matter, with paintings on the walls.
Every so often, you'll crop across odd patches of wallpaper that's been stripped. There's no rhyme or reason to them, no logic...
This said.. There are some amazin' racin' rooms with fabulous 60/70's wallpaper that I'm digging on.
Some of the interiors are beautiful. They confuse me though, It flits between stark and grim, to grandiose and colourful.
The windows are somewhat dominating.. Even during daytime, the building is so dark..
I want this telephone.. Maybe not this exact telephone. But a telephone very similar to that one.
Explosives... Not at all worrying. Or Concerning. It's all good.
Vines are growing through the windows. It's beautiful and makes me think of Poison Ivy. Any excuse to think of Batman Characters in an ASYLUM is welcome. It's like being in an awesome comic book!
How beautiful is this picture. I'm not one for boasting normally, but this picture is just a little bit gorgeous... At least in my head.
I have no narrative to this. I'm too tired. I might revisit this post and try an sequence the photos to tell a story.. But at the same time, the way I shot them had no story. When the project has finished, I'll post a proper story and all the pictures will make sense. Till then, I'm afraid it's probably going to be somewhat mishmashed.
Thursday, 16 April 2009
Do You Believe What You're Saying, Yeah Right Now, But Not That Often
I went to Ireland. In Ireland, about 10 minutes walk from our house, there are 3 half built houses. The houses have been abandoned, and probably won't be finished for a long long time. The builder ran out of money, and nobody wants to buy half finished houses. It's odd to look at though, and kind of sad. I thought only old well used abandoned houses would have any kind of character, but hopefully these photos provide an interesting contrast to the asylum.
The garage with no roof.
The fireplace.
The chimbley.
The view from a glass-less window.
The neighbours.
The view through two windows.
The windows I don't really understand the point of.
The maze.
The split between two rooms.
The paper on string conundrum. No, I don't know why it was there either..
The garage with no roof.
The fireplace.
The chimbley.
The view from a glass-less window.
The neighbours.
The view through two windows.
The windows I don't really understand the point of.
The maze.
The split between two rooms.
The paper on string conundrum. No, I don't know why it was there either..
Wednesday, 25 March 2009
This Is the Story of Your Red Right Ankle
Hello Everyone.
I'd like to take you a short journey. Close your eyes for a few seconds and take a few deep calming breaths...
In... And Out. In... And Out.
Feeling lovely and calm? Goodoh.
BANG!, CRASH!, POW!
That's how the asylum feels. It's abandoned, there's no electric, there's no water. The windows are all smashed out, and it's cold and damp. And the first thing you see when you jump through the window frame into this wonderland...
It pretty much sets the tone for the rest of the adventure. Everything is gloomy, covered in dust, and the whole building just has an aura of, well. Sadness I guess. There's not really much of a narrative to this exercise, so I'll just try to share my thoughts with each photograph.
A door to nowhere. A place through which you can walk through walls.
A photo album with no photos... Kind of epitomizes the whole building really.
The first of many interior smashed windows I came across. I'd imagine they were vandalized by people who snuck in like me.
The first intact window. In the gloomiest room funnily enough. I have mixed views about the wide angle lens.. On the one hand, it distorts straight lines, which kind of fits in with this kind of location. On the other hand... It distorts all the straight lines.
It's kind of bizarre to see tiles hanging off a wall. I can't put my finger on why though.
This room gave me the creeps. I couldn't go in. I knew I was being a coward.. but I just couldn't.
Lets, for a second ignore the fact that an entire sheet of wallpaper has fallen down. Look at the decor! It's foul. Give me the clinical white and beige of NHS buildings... I beg of you.
Ripping Adam off. It's a good picture though right.. Yeah, you know it.
All through the building, windows were open just a few inches. I don't know why. It seems fairly bizarre to me though. Maybe the cold was just getting to me.
Similarly, there were little scraps of lined paper with things scrawled over them everywhere. Mostly numbers. I like to pretend they're the scribblings of an unsound mind. In reality, they're probably measurements.
This room was just.. lots of mini rooms in a big hall. About 6x6 foot I estimate. they all had their own windows. I'd like to know what used to be in here, before it was just the dividers that remained.
They used to have curtains. I guess this, because all the frames had little curtain hooks hanging off them. At first, I thought they were impressive paper clip collections.
All the cubbys had a desk, a wardrobe, and a little mirror.
All the cupboards were empty.
All over this room and the next... Little targets. I find the combination of targets and the mentally ill somewhat disturbing. Even more worrying is how good a shot they appeared to be...
I called these guys Tom.
Where the lights go off at night time.
All the radiators had little tubs underneath. I imagine they were leaky. Because that's what you need in an asylum.
*drip*
*drip*
*drip*
'Noooo Onnneeeeee's slick as Gaston, No one's quick as Gaston ,No one's neck's as incredibly thick as Gaston!'
All the best disney songs seem to involve drinking.
Aside from drawings in dust, there was remarkably little graffiti for an abandoned building..
I was too scared to go down here too.. The building is oddly noisy... With each bang you heard, you breath caught and you froze on the spot for a few terrifying seconds. Then everything was fine again.
There was flaked off paint all over the floors and ledges. Perhaps they should have stuck with the ugly wallpaper...
I don't understand the bedroom sign.. From the looks of the room the sign was in, that could never have been a bedroom. 10 years of abandonment has ravaged this building. It's not nice to imagine anyone living here...
Ending on a high. Making toilets look artsy.
I'd like to take you a short journey. Close your eyes for a few seconds and take a few deep calming breaths...
In... And Out. In... And Out.
Feeling lovely and calm? Goodoh.
BANG!, CRASH!, POW!
That's how the asylum feels. It's abandoned, there's no electric, there's no water. The windows are all smashed out, and it's cold and damp. And the first thing you see when you jump through the window frame into this wonderland...
It pretty much sets the tone for the rest of the adventure. Everything is gloomy, covered in dust, and the whole building just has an aura of, well. Sadness I guess. There's not really much of a narrative to this exercise, so I'll just try to share my thoughts with each photograph.
A door to nowhere. A place through which you can walk through walls.
A photo album with no photos... Kind of epitomizes the whole building really.
The first of many interior smashed windows I came across. I'd imagine they were vandalized by people who snuck in like me.
The first intact window. In the gloomiest room funnily enough. I have mixed views about the wide angle lens.. On the one hand, it distorts straight lines, which kind of fits in with this kind of location. On the other hand... It distorts all the straight lines.
It's kind of bizarre to see tiles hanging off a wall. I can't put my finger on why though.
This room gave me the creeps. I couldn't go in. I knew I was being a coward.. but I just couldn't.
Lets, for a second ignore the fact that an entire sheet of wallpaper has fallen down. Look at the decor! It's foul. Give me the clinical white and beige of NHS buildings... I beg of you.
Ripping Adam off. It's a good picture though right.. Yeah, you know it.
All through the building, windows were open just a few inches. I don't know why. It seems fairly bizarre to me though. Maybe the cold was just getting to me.
Similarly, there were little scraps of lined paper with things scrawled over them everywhere. Mostly numbers. I like to pretend they're the scribblings of an unsound mind. In reality, they're probably measurements.
This room was just.. lots of mini rooms in a big hall. About 6x6 foot I estimate. they all had their own windows. I'd like to know what used to be in here, before it was just the dividers that remained.
They used to have curtains. I guess this, because all the frames had little curtain hooks hanging off them. At first, I thought they were impressive paper clip collections.
All the cubbys had a desk, a wardrobe, and a little mirror.
All the cupboards were empty.
All over this room and the next... Little targets. I find the combination of targets and the mentally ill somewhat disturbing. Even more worrying is how good a shot they appeared to be...
I called these guys Tom.
Where the lights go off at night time.
All the radiators had little tubs underneath. I imagine they were leaky. Because that's what you need in an asylum.
*drip*
*drip*
*drip*
'Noooo Onnneeeeee's slick as Gaston, No one's quick as Gaston ,No one's neck's as incredibly thick as Gaston!'
All the best disney songs seem to involve drinking.
Aside from drawings in dust, there was remarkably little graffiti for an abandoned building..
I was too scared to go down here too.. The building is oddly noisy... With each bang you heard, you breath caught and you froze on the spot for a few terrifying seconds. Then everything was fine again.
There was flaked off paint all over the floors and ledges. Perhaps they should have stuck with the ugly wallpaper...
I don't understand the bedroom sign.. From the looks of the room the sign was in, that could never have been a bedroom. 10 years of abandonment has ravaged this building. It's not nice to imagine anyone living here...
Ending on a high. Making toilets look artsy.
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